Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 64

She just wanted to cut through the mess quickly, finalize the divorce, and start her new life.

Lysander's gaze lingered on Mila's perfect, curvaceous figure before settling on the large bruises. Any trace of tenderness he had felt moments before vanished.

He picked up a tube of ointment from the bedside table and gently pulled her towards him, asking softly, "Let me apply this for you. Does it still hurt?"

Mila slapped his hand away, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Seven years, Lysander, and not once did you show me any warmth. Do you think this act is amusing now?"

Seven years of neglect—she hadn't lost her memory. Each disappointment had left its mark, and her heart, once full of love, had been trampled beyond recognition.

And now he was pretending to care?

...

Mila's eyes were filled with impatience, lacking the affection they used to hold when she looked at him.

Lysander watched her, her resolve as unyielding as steel, his dark eyes inscrutable. They locked gazes in silence until he pulled her into his embrace without warning.

He held her with a firm yet gentle grip, applying the ointment carefully on her delicate back. Her shoulder blades fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, as if ready to take flight under the soft glow of the lamp.

Instinctively, Lysander tightened his hold.

The warmth of her skin was intoxicating, and it wasn't long before his body responded, his eyes darkening with desire.

Sensing the shift, Mila's temper flared, "Lysander, you jerk! Let me go!"

"Stay still."

He easily restrained her, maintaining his steady movements with the ointment, though his voice was thick with a husky restraint, "You're hurt. I won't push you tonight. But if you keep moving..."

He left the threat hanging in the air, the tension in his body a clear warning to Mila.

That bastard!

...

Once the ointment was applied, Mila quickly slipped into her pajamas and buried herself under the covers.